Luyện nghe bài hát I Keep Gettin' Paid the Same

I'm a
On the
Six days at a
a shovel and a spade
I'm for the shade
But I keep getting paid the
1)
working for a man and he likes my style
The I sweat the more he smiles
The I sweat the deeper I get
He's driving poor boy wild

I can't live no on what I get paid
I know trouble's just a poor man's to fame
But the prices rising every day
And I keep getting the same
2)
I get up every mornin' 'bout past six
Drink a pot a' coffee just to a ton of bricks
Long about noon, I'm thinkin' that
You're work this poor boy sick.

I can't buy beans on I get paid
I was cooking biscuits when the collector came
And the prices keep everyday
And I keep getting paid the
3)
I lay down my when the whistle sounds
I bury my in the deep deep ground
I run to my home to see my comb
that evening sun goes down

I live to good on what I get paid
My roof's got a hole and looking like rain
And the prices rising everyday
And I keep paid the same